Once the sun says goodnight
and the moon starts to shine
I start to think of the finer things in life.
Like the fact that we both sleep under the same sky. You and I we should dream of the happiest things. Might we try something light just for tonight?

Like a walk on the beach with our toes in the sand. Or a cruise through the streets both hand in hand. We can go to a diner and dress really nice. Or dance without caring if we get the steps right. Stargazing and thinking “are we all that there is? ” Or go thrifting to see who can find the nicer fit. Maybe skating or bowling whatever you’d like.

But if that’s all too much and you’d prefer to stay simple. We can just stay inside, and call it a date night.

At home close together a movie on screen.
Cuddling with you our breaths start to sync.
My head on your shoulder your head on mine.
I look up at your eyes what a pretty sight.
We kiss under sheets while Lovesong is playing.
The credits start rolling the movie has ended.
How crazy it’d be if this wasn’t a dream.
Baby this could be us if you’d just stop playing.

Now the moons said good bye and surely the sun will soon rise. Sadly it’s time to wake up, from what I wish was true life. But for now I can dream, of the finer things. And just hope that one day I’ll wake up by your side.

Your lips against mine sounds like drinking wine on a friday night or dancing underneath the night sky as we watch speedy cars pass by, all risky yet beautiful things. Please don’t make me weep for all I need is your heart and mine to intertwine or at least for you to let me call you mine.

you and me under the same tree would be everything. please sing to me what you see in me or at least help me out of this misery. for all I need is a taste of that so called love, that love that never breaks that never shatters. a taste of that something others could only fathom over, that love that’s so raw and so deep it makes others want to quickly steal a piece

I can’t explain the way you make me feel other than the fact that every time I see your face you make my heart stop for just long enough for me to realize that I am alive

I know that if you’d touch me you’d make me into the most beautiful version of myself because everything you touch becomes something beautiful and that’s all I strive to be

Beautiful in your eyes and no one else’s

As I walked beside you I realized
Oh how different our worlds would be
If I were you and you were me

Oh how different our worlds would be
I’d hold you and play with your hair
While you sang a song as some old dudes stare
Oh how different our worlds would be
You’d ask me why men act the way they do
And I’d say they’re just intimidated by you

Oh how different our worlds would be
If you’d for once feel the weight of constant judgement
If you’d for once feel the pressure of perfecting perfection
If you’d for once have to prove your position as a Person in a place where you’re viewed as an object rather than a human being with a soul

I am not a piece of land, you cannot claim my body or what I do with it
You cannot restrict me from my
Fundamental rights
You, a man, cannot strip me of my choices in birthing a child or not if you, a man, have never dealt with a period or a cramp

How can you trust me with a child but not my choice
How can you be pro life if you stop caring about these kids once you find out they’re a person of color, a member of lgbt, or anything other than white and rich

As I walked beside you I realized
Oh how different our worlds would be if I were you and you were me

Yet although I am woman that does not make me any less than a man because Under law we are equals

For you are merely a figment of my imagination and I have created you in the hopes that maybe somehow you would mold yourself into the physical embodiment of your spiritual form and then be able to radiate your essence of beauty that only I’ve been capable of seeing

What’s your favorite color
the color of the sky?
What are your aspirations
tell me what how and why.
Your dreams and hopes so dear to me
until the end of time.
You're beauty and grace and all that relates
can I sing you lullabies?
Counting sheep till we fall asleep
do fairytales have to rhyme?
Jumping over candle sticks
while Mother Goose flies by.
The thought of you -it beckons me
like homemade apple pie.
Now full of love and sweetness
see you later -never goodbye
Most fairytales have happy endings
And if that’s true I’ll soon call you mine